The Witch Of Crimson Peak

Part 2

A loud bang on the door roused me from my sleep, my neck had been laid in an awkward position and my neck ached just a little. I looked down to my lap to see blueprints of the house. Astonished, I realised that I must have misread them for more inventions of the Baronet, for they were indeed from the house itself. I smiled, finally a little progress!

The banging came again and I rushed to the main entrance to answer the door to a burly looking builder in a orange jumper and dirty blue jeans. 'Alright love? We come to start on the house today?'

He was young, and seemed very business like, whereas his colleague, a man of around 40 seemed to look me up and down in my state of near sleep and my skimpy pjs. The younger one kept his eyes to mine respectfully. I searched my head for my tongue, I hadn't even had an ounce of caffeine and my head wasn't with it. 'Yeah totally! Liam isn't it? You can start loading in, there's plenty of parking. You all want teas, coffees? I have some bacon I can sort out some sarnies?'

'Yeah thanks love, that would be great. You found the original plans yeah?'

'Actually, yeah I found them just now. I'll bring them to the kitchen, I will just go get changed though.' I suddenly felt a little embarrased as the other one stepped forward, "Don't worry on our account, I'm Chris. I am the co owner with my brother here Liam. Nice to meet you." He held out his hand for me to shake which I did. I made my apologies and rushed off to change into a T-shirt and some ripped jeans and hurried to meet the builders.

I picked up the plans and brought them to the lads in there, and went through the plans. I left them to mull over my specifications for the rebuild and to figure out what we could repair rather than replace, I knew the drainage alone was going to cost me dearly, and I went to explore more of the house. Malefic followed behind me, mewing and warning every mouse in hearing distance: there's a new king in town.

I made my way higher to the top of the house, to where I found rooms upon rooms. All of them on the plans had been marked 'Odd Room' or 'Spare Room' of which there were many. As I made my way up, I saw a door just ajar in front on me, like it had been only just entered. As I waled in, I saw a crimson persian rug, desks and machinery. Malefic trundled in and began rubbing himself on everything in sight. Filled with gadgets and even electrical lights on pulleys and all sorts or wonders. I noticed a red oxblood chair with a green tartan shawl. I picked up the shawl and felt how soft and warm it was. It was well looked after, and was obviously cared for my its owner.

A creaking floorboard and Malefic hissing as he made to pounce made me spin on my heel, and that's when I saw him. Thomas Sharpe. He was tall at 6ft 2 with jet black hair and pale skin, his eyes were boring holes into me, watching every move I made. I realised that he was unaware that I had seen him until I spoke.

'It's you... you have been watching me since I got here. I knew it. I knew someone was haunting here.' I backed up holding the shawl in my hand as if some way of keeping a barrier between him and I. Malefic stood between hissing and threatening the handsome spectre before me.

'Please, I do not wish to scare you... I just... Haven't seen anyone in so long I wasn't sure if... I should go, my presence has perturbed you long enough.'

I stepped forward, not wishing him to go. 'I wish you wouldn't. I know you don't mean me any harm. After all it was your sister who did the killing, was it not?'

Malefic looked up to me as if to say "Are you crazy?!" And looked back to the spirit spitting at him.

Thomas stopped in his tracks, the words I spoke obviously struck a nerve and he turned to face me. 'What do you know of Lucille?' he asked angrily. I felt nervous all of a sudden but ensured I did not stammer as I spoke even though nerves were wracking through my body.